It was stiff and really hard, the head swollen so round that his fingers didn't fit around it. Still watching, his eye glued to the dusty window, he began to rub and stroke up and down along the veiny bristling shaft of his dick. It got even longer and began to pulsate, throbbing as he felt the heat building up in his groin.
But Crazy Annie was almost finished.
Her fingers jabbed and poked in and out of her pussy and the droplets of juice trickled down her thighs as suddenly she gave a convulsive little shudder. Her eyes rolled up and her moans grew even louder. Gary knew that she must be experiencing something very much like what he felt when he came.
The woman's body was heaving and trembling on the toilet seat. Suddenly, Gary's cock erupted without warning. He looked down and sighed to himself, shivering as he saw his youthful cream cascading out of the head of his pecker, filling his curled fingers with a thick milky deposit of semen. Quickly, afraid that the nutty woman would catch him looking at her, he stuffed his cock back into his pants.
Then, he hurried back to his bunk, deciding to say that he had had a splitting headache and had decided to take an unscheduled nap. He knew his counselor would believe him. In fact, he knew his counselor would believe anything he said because Uncle Dick – so Gary had noticed – had a pair of very curious eyes.
Horny eyes, to be more exact.
On more than one occasion he had caught the older man staring at him in the shower house. His eyes had been riveted to the sight of Gary's amazingly well-developed cock and the boy knew enough about life to recognize the look of someone who was hot for his body.
So he didn't worry about getting bawled out for leaving the nature walk without telling anyone. As he lay on his bunk bed, he closed his eyes and thought of what he had seen. It was pussy, he realized with a smile, actual honest-to-god pussy. He couldn't forget about it for a minute.
Then, about two weeks later, the grand event finally took place. The very thought of it still gave Gary the shivers, for it had been the first (and as yet the last) time he had gotten fucked.
Late one night he lay under the covers, dreaming of what it would be like to shove his cock right inside that great hairy cunt he had seen between Crazy Annie's legs. And the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He just couldn't fall asleep, his cock hard and ready to burst, he was so turned on to the thought of fucking the older woman.
The lights were out, the campers and counselors sound asleep when he slipped out of his bed, rearranged the blankets so that it looked as if he was sleeping with the covers over his head, and tiptoed out of the bunk.
He shivered in his thin summer pajamas and hurried off into the woods, heading for Crazy Annie's cabin. A plan, a devious scheme, had come to his horny boyish mind. Knowing that the woman was really not in her right mind, he decided to fool her and get the one thing he really desired, the one thing he knew he had to have before returning home at the end of August.
Without knocking on the door of her cabin, he burst inside, only to find Annie sound asleep, a huge whale-like mass huddled under the bedcovers at the far end of her little room. At first, she didn't hear him and Gary crawled into her bed, feigning an attack of the jitters. He pressed his shivering body against her back getting an instant erection as he felt the woman's warm smooth skin beneath her nightgown.
He began to rub his hard-on right between the crack of her ass. Annie's buttocks pressed against him, round and plump and really inviting. Holding his breath, wondering what she would say or do, Gary waited for the woman to wake up.
And the more he rubbed, the harder his cock became. It was already burning, itching with a persistent throbbing sensation when Annie finally began to mumble, turning over in her sleep. All of a sudden he was against her front, his head buried between her enormous swelling jugs.
Gary inhaled her womanly scent, feeling his cock inside his pajama bottoms. It was pushing against something that felt crisp and hairy and he kept shivering, knowing that he was touching the woman's cunt, even if it was still hidden inside the folds of her nightgown.
Finally, Crazy Annie opened her eyes, really wide. She looked at the boy, recognizing him as one of the campers. "Oh," she said in a funny faraway voice.
Looking down at him, Gary turned red under her stare. He wondered if she could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy. He stopped moving and replied in a frightened boyish voice, "I had a nightmare, Annie. I was… I was walking in my sleep. I feel so afraid, so alone." He trembled purposely, looking up at her with wide frightened little boy eyes.
"Poor, poor baby boy," she said in that same freaky voice, a voice that gave him the shivers. She reached out and drew him up against her, as if he was a doll and she an over-age over-large little girl.
Her big strong arms encircled him and held him in their embrace. Gary's dong was still stiff, as hard as it could get, moving almost of its own volition up and down the front of the woman's nightgown. But when she pulled the covers back and looked down at his crotch, he thought he would faint from embarrassment.
"Mousie?" she asked, staring at his cock as it tented up the front of his pajama bottoms.
His penis stuck up, hard and long like a stake. He couldn't say a word to her, but he noticed how intently she stared, finally reaching out and touching the head of his dong as Gary shivered once again, overcome with excitement just by the woman's one tentative and fleeting caress.
Indeed, at that moment she was the first person other than Gary to have touched his pecker. "What?" she asked, pointing to his cock.
"A present. A present for you, Annie," he said, gathering his courage, determined to see the whole thing through to the end, to its logical conclusion.
"For me! For me!" she said, bursting into a smile and suddenly pulling his pajamas down over his hips. His enormous virile cock sprung out into view and he looked at Annie as she stared at it, clapping her hands.
"Touch it again," he told her. "It makes me feel nice, Annie."
Nodding her head, as excited as a little girl confronted with a new doll or a puppy dog, Annie reached down again and laid hold of Gary's cock, running the tips of her fingers up and down along the thick pulsating shaft.
"Hard, hard like Mr. Sam's cockie," she told him, rotating her palm over the head of his enormous hot dick.
Gary smiled then, knowing that the rest would be easy as pie. For Mr. Sam was none other than the cook and it was obvious to him that Annie had not only seen, but had touched the man's penis just as she was touching his at that very moment. And knowing Sam's reputation as an ass-man, a cunt-man, Gary knew that the woman had been most obliging, letting the cook use her cunt the way he must have desired.
A rush of pleasure and excitement welled up in him and gathering his courage, he asked her if she had a "cockie" as well. Laughing, Annie shook her head from side to side.
"What then?" Gary persisted, knowing full well but deciding that if he acted like an innocent little boy he'd be able to pull the whole thing off and get as much of her as he wanted.
"Pussy, pussy, pussy," she purred, still, giggling, still fondling Gary's penis.
"Oh let me see, Annie. I won't tell anyone. Honest," and saying this, Gary reached down to the bottom of the woman's nightgown and quickly threw it up around her waist. She lay back with a reassuring sigh and he got up on his knees, sitting on the backs of his legs as he stared down with joy at the sight of Annie's big hairy pussy.
It looked even nicer than the first time he had seen it. Gary wanted to touch it, to taste it, to put his cock into place right between those thick puffy flaps of skin which peered out from beneath their cover of curly black hair.